Conspiritech’s Hexylmathemagica Chaos Koans – 4/29/2017

0429171747Implied by the sandstorms, the storm keys were en route. Not to be taken unawares, the tricksiest of the Pixies came alive in the ferment & brought the lightning. A regular pulsation set up the surfboards on the slipstream rolling over the non-local standing waves — the mixup was a mashup, the mashup was a medley, the medley was a mongrel, the mongrel was a mix tape; in a headspace where all the joy was hidden, a compulsion drove one, but in time, a sparkle was after all spotted – question not the breeze, yet except for the nature of its fluid dynamics. Puzzle piece insanity is, in fact, something anyone can develop. It takes only some conditions, or some habits, or some different blend of beans. When someone goes all fun-house-mirror/backwards-land, have they or have they not, or some other, lost touch with Looking-Glass-Ways and Topwise-Turned? Multivariate logic is, in fact, a thing, black & white are not the only choices. So keep, always, in mind to be no wise certain.

“Gasan instructed the adherents one day: ‘Those who speak against killing and who desire to spare the lives of all conscious beings are right. It is good to protect even animals and insects. But what about those who kill time, what about those who are destroying wealth, and those who destroy political economy? We should not overlook them. Furthermore, what of the one who preaches without enlightenment? He is killing Buddhism.'” — Zen Stories, Dailypedia App

“Real travel requires a maximum of unscheduled wandering, for there is no other way of discovering surprises and marvels, which, as I see it, is the only good reason for not staying at home” — Alan Watts, Dailypedia App

“One of the worst features about worrying is that it destroys our ability to concentrate. when we worry, our minds jump here and there and everywhere, and we lose all power of decision. However, when we force ourselves to face the worst and accept it mentally, we then eliminate all those vague imaginings and put ourselves in a position in which we are able to concentrate on our problem” — Dale Carnegie, Dailypedia App

How to stay sane if Trump is driving you insane – advice from a therapist

How to Topple a Dictator (peacefully), or A Military Manual for Non-violent War

I have let the domain name for Psychic Fugue Studio lapse. Will have to see if I can get it back tomorrow. Otherwise there is slightlyoffcenterpress , not sure if a com or an org.

Undefined Operat(ors)(ives)(ions)

0425171806The picketers in the dream were rock-solid – a rock crusher was brought in. Unmoved, the Raven of Stars began xyr¹ dance. The fires were aglitter in all the cities, towns, villages, & hamlets, on all the continents. While we had taken into account to be no wise certain, we were also quite sure, !- but excuses, excuses, excuses; a doumbek lent us rhythm, while our hearts lent us melody, in a landscape made of candy crystals, also, overall, there was an aura of tomfoolery & intransigence; a jot for a nickel, & an embassy for your thoughts. While None to the others played the pan pipes of luminosity, at the same time the lines laid down by the mega-piccolo were shot through with the skittling of unsuspected leafy green intellects -/( )~ As the interrupts got persnickety, so the ranged hordes of gnomic sages guffawed & ballyhooed, bringing down the massive walls of Salt Lake City by the clarity of their ceaselessness and causelessness. A poniard of ring-tailed deceit & chattering treachery was slapped out of a hand, and a basilisk cooed under the masseuses thumb.

¹ had written ‘xe’s’, not knowing the gender-free possessive(s), but looked it up a minute ago

Got the submission for the M.A. Hadley Prize done 45 minutes under the wire 2 nights ago. There was not time for second drafts, but sometimes, a compressed timeline can produce far better work far quicker than endless time to dither, fret, slack, & revise. Cut from the tail of this poem: “!e(to the pi power), spin up, spin down” ; wordpress offers superscript 1-4 in the special characters, but does not have a superscript function to make any character an exponent. a workshop I took in November, the instructor said that much of her work with students is knocking off endings that the writer has tried to pin on, an awkward bow to bring closure. I’ve been writing on index cards — sometimes a forced end can distort where you were trying to go, but most times, it is easier to just tie the fucker off at an arbitrary boundary. The running-out-of-space of the card alerts your mind to wrap it the fuck up, easily; trust in the process, trust in your deep mind.




Both of the drawings are currently pinned up, free for the taking & signed, at the local Heine Bros Coffee bulletin board; advantage to those who know where I live ..

the chalk thing, people often walk by, I know from my front window. But if you put them at bus stops, they will be noticed. there are also 1/4 page printouts of Self Concept Commutative Telegrams x0001,Atemporal Pisky Topologies, Simple (unpublished) on that bulletin board.

Flash Data

Strychnine follows with blackened cells
Severing into the foreground into the floating spirit
Ringing truth until your eardrums thrum
Collapsing itchy trigger finger on the way to a wedding
At least that hasn’t happened yet
Over family grudges you spill your milk
And always the killer bees are coming for you
Jamming the stick down into first
Punching the clutch and leaping ahead
Punching the time clock and racking up cash
Seeming ever a few heartbeats away from change
But always too much the renegade to be goody two-shoes
Sending the mail over the mountains
Sending the books through the wood
Capitalizing on intentions and bringing into form
Slinging lines ever in the void
Snorting lines ever into sinus
Building to a peak of prosperity
Crashing down to utter destitution
Sending away your demons without a word
Firing all your angels for incompetence
Being ever the self-made even if unsuccessful
Falling through the ocean floor full of poison and strife
Cooking up excuses like it’s the last day
Firing your rockets and watching them fall
One by one like all the pawns
The great game of politics to be defeated and destroyed
The people to abolish and alter as is their will
Only you collect the data
Only you collect the tunes
Only you become ever-present
Only you match the thrills
Sequencing the genome as though it were needed
Seeding the stars with all your competition
Going supernova and ending our epic
Taking a selfie at the last of the moons
Moving on to another dimension
Rolled up forever into the sun
Coming down the pipeline into the outer darkness
Exploding again into different dimensions
Unshoeing the horse and hitting the target
Glowing with silence like lunar weather
Flashing the peace sign to god and the loons
Trembling with worldly anticipation
Bringing up babies in the space of the towers
Singling out suddenly the chance at your fortune
Following sharply and dropping the inclusion
Opening mouths to say all is in tune



Below is a sample of writing in which I did not try to create lines or sentences or coherence, did not avoid rhyme or meaning (although I may have dodged a couple mentions of touchy subjects).  More automatic than any recent item.  Some cleanup of spelling slips and misplaced dots was done.  Following further down I will convert it into mysterious poetry.




Trip fall slower slower loose wire under time 1 2 under time 1 2 synth beat true under wire under wire bra thinking nothing certain no time rock hendrix funk under time sequence one whale while the stripling minister irritant one while 2 file nine times nine my father’s eyes under the nine lines.  Pieces fated to slowly fall but nine times in ten we hit the wall but whales whiles never set me free.  No body’s sequence No bodies in here. No body’s sequence. No truth to sainted fail bing bang bong rip, rip hard the bong.  Dither Dither Hither & Thither. Mind you Minds aren’t in the mines the mines just blow your leg off.  Minimal icing in treacle road but no one knows strepling, no. Time for me to hit the sack hit it back hit it hard no one  knows no no one knows.  We are not quite there no.  But [name removed] the crack, the crack through the walls are iterated true but.  Item 2 the queue is empty.  Nothing left to say Item three its in a tree the secret mystery time but monkey’s the steal the beans the magic beans.  Tripartite sequestration No time No time.  Where are we?  Under a rock?  Trapped in a clock.  The clock-consciousness.  Tick Tock the Timer beating down our peace




fall slower loose wire

under time 1 2 under time 1 2

thinking nothing certain no time under time 2

one whale while the one while 2 file nine

nine times nine the lies the lies nine times nine the lies

pieces fated slowly fall nine in ten they hear the call

no truth in lies no truth in sainted fail

and there was no truth in him

dither dither hither and thither mind


mines aren’t in the minds they simply blow your leg off

time for me my time hit

hit it back hit it hard no one  knows no no one knows

item 2 the queue is empty no time no time

nothing left to say

Tick Tock The Timer, Beating Down our Peace


imgs CC BY-SA 2.0:

Playing with sparklers on the beach

stream with rocks


Excerpt free write

An excerpt from a bit of free write… had good rhythm. (line breaks added)

Reflects the anxiety of briefly having someone in the house while I work on my subversive writing I guess


Fixing something somewhere someone

Who knew

time running short on for posts

Who knows

Calamity calamity calamity

Sense words of the over soul

Clincher silence

silence of the falling guy’s oversoul

No one knows me

I don’t know you

You know me

I wasn’t asking